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Flirting With Danger – Chapter 11

Chuck headed upstairs. "Blair? We need to talk."

But she wasn't in the bedroom. Her luggage was lying on the large bed and Chuck noticed that one the zipper of one of her suitcases was broken. She had obviously opened her suitcase using a pair of scissors to cut through the zipper. His shirt was lying on top of her suitcase and a sticky note was attached to it.

Sorry, I wet your shirt.

I'm heading out - don't wait up for me. - B

He sighed and decided to get ready for his meeting with Donald Dillon.

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"Hey, Gwen...any idea why this meeting was so urgent?" Blair forced a smile onto her face, although she was still very disconcerted after her little encounter with Chuck.

Gwen shook her head, "sorry, honey. No clue." Gwen frowned, "why are you so flushed?"

"Flushed? I'm flushed?" Blair rummaged through her YSL bag for her compact. Wow, I really am flushed. "Oh, I was working out at Templeton Hall," Blair said quickly.

"No you weren't," Gwen narrowed her bright green eyes at Blair. "This is a different kind of flush...it's the kind of flush you get after a heavy make-out session," Gwen smirked knowingly.

Blair rolled her eyes, "and who would I have a heavy make-out session with? Roland Devin?"

"Hmm. I don't know...maybe...Chuck Bass?" Gwen giggled.

Blair glared at her icily. "I did not make out with Chuck Bass!"

"If you say so..." Gwen said as Blair strode into the director's office, her heels causing a commotion.

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"Director!" Blair smiled at Josef who was looking extremely hassled.

"Blair! You're early," Josef did not look pleased.

Blair frowned, "I'm always early, Josef. Is something bothering you?"

Josef bit his lip nervously. "Well...yes."

"And...?" Blair looked at him expectantly. Josef was never lost for words. In fact, the director of Henderson Inc was one of the most eloquent people Blair had met. Something must really be wrong.

"Blair, it's Chuck," the director didn't make eye contact with her.

Blair gulped. "What about him?"

"Vince saw you two..."

"Saw us what?" Blair asked, her voice dangerously soft.

Josef sighed, "Vince saw you two kissing and obviously, Chuck Bass is a distraction."

"It won't happen again. I assure you," Blair looked at him seriously. "It was a mistake and never should have happened in the first place. I swear there's nothing between us, Josef."

Josef nodded, "I'm glad you agree with us on that...but your assurance isn't enough."

And then Blair realised what this meeting was all about.

"You want me to kill him?" Blair gasped. "You want me to kill my partner!"

Josef's eyes flashed in anger, "if you have no attachment to him, then it shouldn't be a problem."

"But he's my partner! I can't just kill him," Blair exclaimed in frustration.

"If he's just a partner...why are you so reluctant to kill him?" Josef countered.

"But Chuck used to be my..."

"Your what?" Josef hissed.

"My friend!" Blair stood up.

"Blair, if you can't kill Chuck Bass - I will consider that your loyalty does not lie with this organisation but with him," Josef stood up as well, trying to intimidate her with his height.

Blair closed her eyes for a second so that the director would not see her tears. "Fine. I'll do it." She left the room hastily.

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"Donald, is something wrong?" Chuck frowned at the director as he took a seat opposite him.

Donald Dillon sighed and leaned back in the spotless white leather chair. "Yes, Chuck. Something's definitely wrong."

There was a long silence. "And are you going to tell me what the problem is?" Chuck asked impatiently, pouring himself a glass of water.

"It's Blair Waldorf."

"How is she a problem?" Chuck asked curiously. The director really looked worried and that disturbed Chuck. Donald Dillon rarely showed it when he was under stress. He was always cool and calm - never flustered like he was now.

"Donald? Why is Blair a problem?" Chuck demanded.

"Vince saw the two of you. In the kitchen. Having sex."

"We were not having sex," Chuck defended himself.

"But you probably would have if he hadn't interrupted." Donald glared at his agent. "Am I right?"

Chuck was silent.

"How could you have been so goddamn unprofessional!" Donald banged his fist on the desk. "You're one of our best! No, actually...you ARE the best. You know you're never supposed to get involved with another agent. And she's a Henderson agent! What is wrong with you?"

"It won't happen again," Chuck said without any expression.

"Oh it definitely won't happen again. You know why? Because you're going to get rid of her," Donald declared.

"Get rid of her?" Chuck raised his eyebrows. "You're not suggesting that I..."

The director nodded. "You have to take her out, Chuck. I'm sorry - there's just no other way."

"I have to kill Blair Waldorf?" Chuck demanded angrily. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"It shouldn't be that hard. Besides...it's not like you're in love with her."

Chuck glared at the director for a few seconds and stomped out of the office.

You can do this, Chuck. You're a pro. And Donald's right; it's not like you're in love with Blair. Right?

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